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Fic Request: ur just Ronal's best friend and helping her with her Tsa'hik stuff along with her pregnancy. Just platonic fluff of y'all. Scolding her when she's too harsh on herself or her kids. Talking trash about ur husbands (while said husbands r right infront of y'all). Her complaining about Ao'nung and how much trouble he gets into. BEING THERE FOR HER WHEN SHE GAVE BIRTH TO AO'NUNG AND TSIREYA. BEING HER KIDS' GODMOTHER AND THE PERSON HER KIDS AND HUSBAND GO TO WHEN THEY KNOW THEY PISSED HER OFF AND ASKING U TO HELP THEM OR HELP HIDE THEM. YOU AGREEING TO HELP THEM BUT THEN BETRAY THEM THE MOMENT THEIR BACKS R TURNED AND TELLING RONAL ABOUT IT. Caling each other sister. U deadpanning along with Tonowari when Ronal and Neytiri r hissing at each other but then dragging Ronal away and giving her puppy dog eyes so she'll agree to help them. Don't do this if u don't wanna <333

— THE HIDDEN SIDE .

pairing : ronal x best friend reader !

a/n : aww this is cute. i wanted to do something different bc you basically just put the hcs in your req so i hope this is alr

taglist (let me know if you want to be added) : @nyotamalfoy @victoirey @itssiaaax @grierpilots @neteyamforlife @drinking-tea-and-be-obsessed

“which one?” you asked your best friend, looking amongst the members of the newcoming family

“the poor kid that looks like an angsty teenager,” ronal whispered, “that is the one that might be eywa’s child.”

“ronal, all of them look like angsty teenagers.”

you two looked at each other until you both bursted into laughter, ronal then quickly shaking her head, as if it’d shake the silliness off of her, before returning to her serious demeanor

covering your mouth, you continued to laugh as she playfully smacked the side of your arm as a warning

a few others heard the sound of the smack nearby, and as they realized it was her, their heads quickly turned back

the people fear ronal.

there are new rumors that spark about her every day, claiming that she is cold-hearted, even manipulative toward her husband

but none of that was true, and you knew that

since childhood, she was the closest thing you had to a sister

and you could never fear her.

“is my hair alright?” she asked you, looking into the reflection of the water beneath her, frantically adjusting her accessories

“it is fine, sister,” you rubbed her back soothingly, “it always is.”

she would pull you away in the middle of a conversation you’d be having amongst the people

and as she approached, they would immediately leave the area, scared to even interact with the tsahík

you didn’t mind, though, and neither did she

it only gave her less work — she didn’t have to shoo them away

“we must speak privately,” she’d say, as you nodded, knowing that the reason was never as serious as she sounded

once you two were alone, her attitude and the tone in her voice would change instantly

“my daughter has fallen for a demon,” she’d facepalm, sighing in disappointment, “i would have never thought this would happen.”

you’d comfort her, as you always do, using your words as you rubbed her arm

“sister, i am sure she is safe with lo’ak. he has proved himself as worthy ever since he bonded with the outcast.”

she’d sigh, lifting her head up off of her hand to smile at you

“what would i do without you?”

there was one time where she was about to get into a fight with neytiri, and you had to physically hold her back

“ronal, it is not that big of a deal.”

she’d continue to hiss at neytiri, circling her figure while sizing her up

“ronal-”

she pounced, and you were quick to grab her, restricting her from causing any harm to the omatikaya

“mawey,” tonowari instructed, yet she continued to try to wriggle out of your grasp, slightly growling at neytiri

you would bring it up later, deciding that it was a perfect time to laugh about the situation rather than during

your thoughts were correct, as you saw a smirk tug at her lips, soon then transitioning to laughter

and you’d laugh with her, thankful to be in such a close relationship with the tsahík

Avatar characters reactions to you beating them in a fight Pt. 2

Tsu'tey

He'd be very shocked and quite aggressive at first. It's disrespectful to his honor that you have beaten him, and he'll be greatly offended and hostile. However, he will come to terms with it after a while, and he'll congratulate you. In a very condescending way. If he thinks he can treat you with respect after, he'll ask you to teach him some of your techniques to improve.

Tsireya

Fighting isn't her best skill, so she wouldn't be surprised that you beat her. Because she knows and likes you, she won't use violence, even in a mutual test of strength. After the fight, she will give you so much praise and tell the whole clan of your amazing victory with smiles and enthusiasm.

Ronal

She'd probably be a bit disgusted at you at first. Even whilst pregnant, she'd be enthusiastic to fight you to test her strength, even in her more vulnerable physical state. When you win, she'll say that it's because she's pregnant and has the huge disadvantage. However, Tonowari will persuade her to be less bitter towards you.

Kiri

Like Tsireya, fighting isn't her strong suit. She probably wouldn't take it very seriously and would turn it into a play fight. She'd totally be laughing the whole time and get you to loosen up and not take the fight so seriously. It would definitely be a success and the biggest injury would be a tiny bruise from your tails.

Tattoos

Pairing: Tonowari & Ronal / Reader

Word Count: 1,297

Warnings: Minor Way of Water spoilers, minor pain.

Summary: Every Metkayina receives a tattoo after an important life event, and tattoos hold a deep meaning. After defeating a beast to protect your people, the time has come for you to receive another.

Tattooing was a sacred practice to your people. A tattoo on one's chest represented safety and security. Tattoos on one's arms were the marks of a warrior; signifying strength. You were due for the latter. You sat in your home, head bent forward as cool hands swept across your back. Ronal was nothing if not thorough. You shuddered while her fingertips took their time tracing their way across your skin, the pads of them making a journey over your left shoulder blade and onto your arm itself.

"It should be here." Her hand grasped the top of your bicep. It wasn't far from your first tattoo; a circlet of dark waves around your muscle that you had received as a young hunter. "The mark of a warrior." Her hand lingered longer than it needed to, filling your heart with warmth. Though you weren't fragile in the slightest, she still handled you gently. It was endearing.

"I am not a warrior," you stated bluntly. "I hunt."

She squeezed your shoulder once firmly and let go, rising off of her knees to cross the floor of your shared home. You didn't turn; listening to her movements rather than watching them. You heard her shuffle around and knew she was gathering the necessary items to complete your ritual.

"You are a warrior." Her footsteps were becoming closer once again. The netting beneath the two of you dipped as she joined you once more. She knelt at your side and took your arm in her hands again. You turned your head to meet her gaze.

Passionate.

Ronal was passionate. It was one of the things you loved about her; and you would never deny that fact. Your love for her was something to be proud of.

"If that is what you say," you relented. Truthfully, trying to refute anything she said was a waste of time. She had a comeback ready for everything, iron clad points always in tow. Even now she smiled wryly. She leaned forward, rewarding your agreement with a gentle touch of her forehead on yours.

"It is." You felt her breath against your face when she spoke. You yearned for her to move closer. To break the gap between you. But at the same time, you reveled in the tenderness behavior a simple forehead touch. She pulled back, her head turned towards the entrance of your home. Your eyes followed hers. In the entryway was a form you recognized well. The completion of your heart. Tonowari's head was tilted every so slightly to the side with question.

"Is it ready?" He asked.

"Nearly." Ronal's fingers moved up and down on your arm, digging ever so slightly into one spot. It was her duty to find the perfect spot to mark your skin with ink. The place that Eywa would approve of; and the place that you would approve of. "Have you come to watch?"

"I have come to help." Amusement punctuated his words. He stride forward and knelt down in front of you, joining both you and Ronal where you sat. He reached out and took your other hand, cradling it in his palm. "Are you feeling well?"

You scoffed, playful. "Ma Tonowari, I have been tattooed before," you said. "I am not a baby."

"She is feeling fine." You yelped when Ronal delivered a swift pinch to your arm, gathering a small bit of skin between her thumb and forefinger. "No disrespect, ____. Be kind."

She reprimanded you like you were a child. You huffed. Your banter was light-hearted, as always. You would never say anything that would truly upset your mates, just as Ronal would never do anything that truly harmed you. Tonowari watched the both of you exchange words and a fondness overtook his expression. You looked up just in time to spot it. The way his eyes crinkled around the edges when he smiled. The warmth they held. You twisted your lips into an exaggerated pout.

"I am sorry," you said to him. "Forgive me."

"Enough of you," he said, setting his second hand atop yours, keeping it held gently between his. "It is time to begin. If you feel pain-"

"Do not be soft," Ronal interjected. "There will be pain." There was a pause in her words where her own softness leaked through. "It should not be extreme."

"It will not be." You flashed her a reassuring smile, displaying your fangs with the expression. "I am a warrior. Remember?"

"I should have known you would use that." She grabbed your arm a final time, her fingers forming a circlet on the limb. You dutifully fell silent and turned away. While you weren't a coward, you still didn't enjoy the feeling of watching the tattooing practice. Especially when the practice was going on you. Soon after you turned, pinpricks of pain scattered across your flesh. You grimaced.

"Breathe." Tonowari's hands clasped yours firmly while Ronal worked. You dutifully took a deep breath, air rattling through your lungs. The pain wasn't awful. You were slowly getting used to it. Ronal was quick and efficient. You could hear her murmuring to your left, small prayers to Eywa and recollections of your accomplishments. Despite the pain that came alongside the ritual, you couldn't help but revel in the way she held your arm. A tight but gentle grip. A firm, yet somehow lenient hold. Your thoughts could be full of her forever and somehow it still wouldn't be long enough.

And then of course, there was Tonorwari. Strong was easily the word that first came to mind when your thoughts were of him; though he was far more than that. He was kind. He was respectful. He murmured as well, but his words were not for Eywa. They were for you.

"Brave," he was saying. "You are brave."

"It is a tattoo," you replied.

He shook his head and slid one of his hands up your arm. Ronal held your left. He held your right.

"You earned it through bravery," he said. "And you are brave receiving it."

The mere sincerity of his words made your heart beat faster. It was as though the organ was trying to beat hard enough to make itself jump and escape out your throat. Your mates gentle smile turned knowing. Knowing, and teasing.

"Breathe."

You gnashed your teeth together in a mock-snarl, letting him see your fangs. He bared his teeth back once, indulging your playful antics. Then his gaze slid to Ronal's work. You suddenly became aware of the fact that the pain had stopped. He had distracted you, you realized. He drew your attention from the tattooing process, and now it was done.

"What is it?" You asked. You could see a swirling symbol of darkened blue and black on your skin, but it wouldn't be recognizable as any shape until it fully took to you.

Ronal sat back on her heels, admiring what she had done. Admiring you. Again, your heart kicked furiously. You imagined if it could speak that it would likely warn you it was about to explode.

"Water," she responded. Her finger traced a faint shape around the mark, mercifully not touching the raw skin itself. "Surrounding the beast."

"Sentimental."

She huffed and lifted herself up partially, pressing her lips to your hairline. "You are welcome," she said.

You closed your eyes contentedly. This was where you belonged; with your people, in your home on the sea.

With your mates in the place you shared, which was sacred to only the three of you. That was enough to keep you happy for as long as you lived. The memory of your joy would live on long after your death, forever kept alive in Eywa for anyone who wished to listen.

"Thank you," you responded.